This. Will. Be. Epic. 'Nuff said. JK I can't leave an Author's note that short at the beginning of a NEW fanfic! This honestly came to me in a dream, I'm not kidding you. I'm also 90% sure it was based off Sonic Underground BUT since we aren't in the S.U. world it won't be a crossover :3
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
The world of Hetalia was once a peaceful place. Citizens lived in peaceful bliss under the rule of King Arthur. But, as we all know, Peace does not last forever. One terrible day, an advisor and inventor to the throne, Ivan Braginski, used his inventions that were meant to create peace, the SovBots, to take over the Kingdom, forcing the King and the baby Princes into hiding. Ivan proceeded to take over the throne, ruling with an iron fist. He raised taxes to an incredible amount with a new law: those who could not pay were arrested and Roboticised. Nobody understood until they began to get arrested. Then they all knew. Roboticised meant they were turned into robots and forced under the complete control of Ivan. Soon, 85% of the entire kingdom were Roboticised. Those who were left were the Aristocrats, who paid the taxes and were left to play, and the poor, who were slowly diminishing every day. Everyone was hoping for the King to return and banish Ivan, creating peace once more. Of course, he never came. I would know, I am the King. There is a good reason I never came. Soon after I was forced to bring my sons and myself into hiding, I went to an old friend, an Oracle. He told me there was one way to help my kingdom. He showed me a vision where my sons, all grown up, and myself were in control once more, the Kingdom was back to normal. He said that one day, My sons and I would create a Council of Three and take the Kingdom back. However, there was a price. An almost unbearable price. I had to give up my dear sons and I could not contact them until the day the prophecy would come true. Of course I was upset and tried to find another way, but there was none. For the good of my Kingdom, I would have to give up my sons. And so, I went to a dear friend's house, disguised by an old black cloak, and left both children in baskets on his doorstep. I rang the doorbell before running off. I never even checked to see if he had brought both in. I ran, determined to save my Kingdom.
However…
The man glanced around the corner before running to the house the strange man had left two packages at. He grabbed one of the baskets lying there and ran off as the door opened. The man ran straight back to his boss, leader of the thieves. That was when he realized what was actually inside the basket. The boss held up the small child, who had woke up and was giggling at them.
"Boys, It appears we have a new apprentice."
15 years later…
"ALFRED! Did you even study today?" Alfred rolled his eyes as he flipped a page in his comic book. He was wearing his standard outfit, square blue goggles that look like they're cracked along the middle, which were resting casually on his head, a blue vest, which used to be his favorite bomber jacket until the sleeves got ripped off, a black t-shirt, short black gloves that only go to his wrist and black jeans under black combat boots with a tool belt around his waist.
"Yes I did Lars. However in the middle of studying I got a call from Ludwig and had to go 'train' or whatever he calls that torture." Suddenly, his comic book was ripped out of his hands. Alfred sat up, pouting at his caretaker. Lars had spiky dirty blonde hair and a scar on the right side of his forehead, right above his amber eyes.
"Just because you're in the Resistance doesn't mean you can shirk your work kid." He snapped. Alfred sighed."I DID study though." Lars raised an eyebrow."Prove it." Alfred stood up and got off the bench he was sitting on. Lars walked a couple of steps away.
"Go." The two walked by each other, Alfred scooting slightly to the right to avoid hitting him. After a few feet, Lars stopped, checking his coat.
"Where did my wallet go?" He said, obviously faking. Alfred smirked as he took the wallet out of his pocket.
"And you thought I didn't study." He tossed Lars back the wallet and proceeded back to the bench. He laid back down and took out a comic book.
"Wait. Where did you get that? I just got it for you today….Oh you sneaky devil." Lars smiled as Alfred grinned.
"Thanks Lars! You're the best." Lars laughed."Always get the finest. By the way, Ludwig called. He has a mission and you need to head down to HQ pronto." Alfred sighed.
"Man. I really wanted to read this one…" Lars chuckled as he tossed Alfred a candy bar.
"You'll need your strength." Alfred nodded, took a bite, then headed out to his motorcycle, putting on his goggles and driving off.
Bonnefoy Mansion
"Matthew! Mon Cher please do not track mud in the house." Francis rubbed his temples as Matthew walked into one of their many rooms in their mansion. Matthew grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry Papa. I was playing with Kumajirou and well…mud. I'll go clean up." He ran off as a maid began cleaning up the mud. Francis sighed.
"Sir, the Tax Collectors are here." A servant bowed as he opened the door, followed by two women. One was tall with short blonde hair while the other was smaller with long platinum-blonde hair. Both were wearing black outfits to represent the Soviets.
"Ah, Bonjour Natalya, Katyusha. Do not worry, I have the taxes." Francis stood up and walked over to a bag of money, which he had placed earlier for this reason. As he handed it over, Natalya held up her hand."Taxes have gone up. That is only half of what we need." Francis' look of shock quickly changed back to his smile."Of course." He snapped his fingers and the maid quickly ran out of the room.
"She will be but a moment. May I offer you some wine while we wait?" Suddenly, the door opened and Matthew walked in, carrying a stuffed polar bear.
"Papa? Why is Marie getting money out of the treasury?" He asked. Suddenly, he seemed to realize that there were other people in the room. Francis chuckled.
"Relax mon cher. She is simply getting what we need for the taxes." Natalya glared at the boy, who gulped and hid behind his stuffed bear.
"We only have reports of one person living here. Who is this?" Francis walked over and slung an arm around Matthew.
"He is a visiting Nephew. His mother was sick and so I offered to take care of him until she is better. We do not want him to get sick, no?" Natalya frowned, suspicious. Before she could say anything, the maid walked back in with another bag of money.
"Here you are sir. Another $10,000." She handed the money to Francis, who quickly handed it off to Natalya.
"And there we go. $20,000 for taxes." Natalya nodded, gave Matthew one more glare, before the two walked off. Francis sighed as they left.
"Mon Dieu. They doubled taxes again. Braginski should realize that if he keeps raising the taxes there will be no tax-payers left." Francis muttered. Matthew gave him a worried look.
"Papa? Are we gonna be okay?" He asked. Francis chuckled and rubbed Matthew's head.
"Of course mon cher. We have enough money to pay taxes for a long time. Everything will be okay." Matthew nodded, but secretly didn't believe him.
"Why don't you go out with Maximo? You could go get some ice cream." Matthew brightened at the thought.
"Okay! I'll go over and see if he wants to go!" He ran out of the room, excited. Francis sighed.
"Such a sweet boy. He has no idea what's going on…"
Meanwhile…
"YEAAHH!" Alfred grinned as he sped up on his motorcycle, swerving around SovBots with ease.
"Alfred, try to be serious. You need to get to the center power control, plant the bomb, then get out of there." Ludwig, the leader of the Resistance, said through the comm. Alfred nodded.
"Got it. Center power control, bomb, Boom. Maybe destroy a few SovBots along the way." Alfred smirked as he imagined Ludwig's face-palm.
"Remember, don't get caught. If they figure out who you are, you're done for and so is the Resistance." Alfred rolled his eyes.
"Relax. You know what I do for a living. I'm not registered so even if they did catch a glimpse they couldn't find me." He skidded to a stop as he reached the entrance. He grinned as he looked up at the large factory.
"INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT." All the alarms were going off. Alfred chuckled.
"This is gonna be fun!" He revved the engine as he sped into the factory.
Hetalia Dreams Bar
"Alfred, you're underage. Why are you here?" The bartender, a woman named Elizaveta, snapped as Alfred sat down.
"Relax Liz. I just want an ice cream." He said as he spun in his chair. Elizaveta chuckled."You like those chairs huh?" She said as she began filling a small bowl with vanilla ice cream.
"Duh! They're fun. Not to mention super-comfy!" He grabbed a spoon and quickly began eating his ice cream.
"So, as a fellow member, what did ya do today?" Elizaveta dropped her voice and leaned in close. Alfred froze.
"Classified." He snapped as he shoved another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. Elizaveta pouted.
"Come on Al! We're friends aren't we?" She whined. Alfred shook his head.
"Nope! Ludwig would kill me." He grinned as he finished his ice cream.
"Can I have another?" Elizaveta rolled her eyes, chuckling."Sure thing." She turned to go refill.
"Hey I'll be back! I gotta go to the bathroom!" Alfred jumped off the stool and headed towards the bathroom. Meanwhile, Matthew and his friend, Maximo, walked in.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Matthew asked hesitantly. Maximo laughed."Relax Mattie. I heard this place is great." The two sat down and Elizaveta turned."Oh Hey Al. That was fast. Who's your friend?" She asked as she set down the ice cream. Matthew blinked."Uh…do I know you?" Elizaveta raised an eyebrow."Honey, I'm not sure what you mean. Of course you know me! I got you ice cream literally 5 minutes ago." Maximo frowned.
"I think you have him mistaken for someone else, we just walked in lady." Elizaveta frowned, looking at Matthew closer.
"Hm. I guess you're right. Sorry Sweetie, you look like one of my friends. Let me guess, ice cream?" The two nodded and she got out two more bowls.
"Hey. You're in my seat." Matthew turned in his chair and blinked. He was staring at Alfred, straight on.
"Holy crap…" Maximo whistled. The two looked nearly identical, aside from different clothes.
"Are you seeing this too Liz or is it just me?" Alfred glanced behind Matthew at the woman, who grinned."I thought he was you a second ago. The resemblance is uncanny, huh?" The two boys nodded.
"Nice to meet ya! I'm Alfred F. Jones, age 16." Alfred grinned as he held out his hand. Matthew stared at it before hesitantly taking it, nearly getting his arm ripped out of its socket when Alfred shook it.
"M-Matthew Williams. I'm also 16. I live with Papa, Francis Bonnefoy." Alfred whistled.
"Man, you're an aristocrat? Whatcha doin' all the way down here?" Matthew glanced at Maximo, who frowned."Getting ice cream. Don't worry, we were about to l-" "HALT CITIZEN!" Suddenly, the wall blew open, followed by a group of SovBots. Instantly, everyone inside the bar began to scream and panic, running out of the bar from the various exits. Alfred swore as Elizaveta scowled.
"W-what is going on?!" Matthew asked, terrified.
"SovBot patrol. They go into random buildings, find illegals, take them in for roboticising." Alfred scowled as he put his goggles on his face. He glanced around the room, focusing on Maximo, who seemed relatively calm.
"You…I should've known. Nobody brings Aristocrats to these places." Elizaveta gasped as Matthew looked confused.
"W-what do you mean? Maximo?" Maximo blinked and suddenly, robotic parts appeared on his body, covering his legs, arms, and one side of his face.
"All Hail Soviets." He said in a robotic voice. Matthew scrambled back, falling off the stool.
"W-what!? What's going on?!" He glanced up at Alfred, who was still glaring furiously at Maximo.
"Your 'friend' got Roboticised. He brought the SovBots here. He's the reason this is happening. Of course, he had no choice. Braginski did this to him in the first place. Let me guess, they raised taxes again?" Matthew nodded, shocked. Alfred chuckled darkly.
"They're trying to rebuild the factories. Liz! Let's go!" He barked. Elizaveta nodded, then glanced down at Matthew.
"What about him? We can't just let him get captured." Alfred scowled.
"He brought the 'bot in here. He doesn't deserve our help." Matthew stood up, glaring at the boy.
"Excuse me but if you couldn't tell I had no freakin' idea he was a ROBOT. And if you think I'm going to stay in here and get arrested for no reason you have another thing comin'!" He snapped. Alfred raised an eyebrow.
"You got guts. C'mon then." He grabbed Matthew's arm and pulled him along as they followed Elizaveta.
"HALT CITIZEN." As Elizaveta opened the cellar, a laser blasted the wall above them.
"Al! You need to buy us time so I can get the passage open!" Elizaveta shouted as she ducked, dodging another blast. Alfred smirked.
"Of course. Hey kid, stay here with Lizzie." He reached into his tool belt, pulling out a small gadget. He pressed a button and it grew into a small pistol with a green tip. Matthew's eyes widened as Alfred began shooting the SovBots, gaining their attention. He dove behind the bar for cover.
"W-what?! How does he know how to do that?" Matthew asked as he bent down by Elizaveta, who was tapping buttons into a keypad.
"Resistance. We do that." Matthew frowned and cocked his head.
"Resistance? Wha-" They suddenly froze from a shout from upstairs. Matthew glanced at Elizaveta, then back upstairs."Get the door open." He began running upstairs.
"What are you doing!? Are you insane? They'll catch you!" She shouted. Matthew chuckled."They won't see me coming." He smirked as he ran upstairs. Elizaveta frowned.
"What is he doing?" She wondered. Meanwhile, Matthew was upstairs and his eyes widened. One of the SovBots had managed to grab Alfred and held the struggling boy up with one hand.
"CITIZEN NOT REGISTERED. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST." Alfred's eyes widened. Matthew glanced around before picking up the discarded pistol Alfred had dropped.
"L-Let him go!" He pulled the trigger and a laser shot out, shooting off the arm that was holding Alfred, dropping the boy. Alfred rubbed his head before scrambling away from the falling-over SovBot and towards Matthew.
"Are you always this reckless?" Matthew hissed as the SovBots turned to them. Alfred chuckled."Are you always this stupid? I could've gotten out by myself." Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Maybe, but you'd probably end up arrested anyways." He snapped.
"Psst! Guys the door's open!" Elizaveta hissed, popping up from the cellar. Alfred grinned."It was nice partying with ya'll but we gotta go. See ya!" He grabbed a small circle out of his belt, pressed the button and threw it. It exploded into smoke and in the confusion, Alfred grabbed Matthew and ran down the stairs after Elizaveta. The three ran into the now-open passageway and the door shut behind them.
"I'm surprised Mattie. You shot that SovBot with nearly perfect aim. How did ya know you wouldn't hit me if you shot the arm?" Alfred asked as the three ran down the passageway.
"I didn't. I just kinda went for it." Matthew smirked as Alfred's eyes widened.
"So how did you know Maximo was a robot? I mean before he transformed and everything." Matthew asked, quickly changing the subject. Alfred grinned and took off his goggles.
"Soviet Tech. I got them off some SovBots. The SovBots are built to tell whether a person is an undercover Roboticised citizen or a normal citizen so they don't go and arrest one of their own. I took that, engineered them into these goggles, and presto. Instant Robot-detector." Matthew whistled.
"Nice. Where are we going anyways?" Elizaveta sighed.
"Currently we are heading towards Resistance HQ but because you aren't a member, we're dropping you off a block away from Bonnefoy Mansion. These tunnels lead all over the Kingdom." Matthew frowned."It's not that we hate ya Mattie, but the less you know, the better off you'll be. And we'll be." Alfred added, seeing Matthew's look. He nodded, though still somewhat hurt. Alfred sighed and reached into his tool belt, pulling out a pair of red, round goggles.
"Here. They have the same SovBot technology as mine and then some. They can tell if someone is lying to ya." He handed them to Matthew, who accepted them.
"Weren't you working on those for nearly 6 months though Al?" Elizaveta hissed. Alfred grinned."Yup! But mine are still cooler. I've been through a lot with these…man I'm sounding like an old man now!" Alfred pouted and Matthew chuckled.
"Here we are. Straight up from here will lead to Kiku's book store. Bonnefoy Mansion is just around the corner." Matthew frowned, glancing up the stairs.
"Won't the owner be surprised if I walk out of his floor?" Alfred chuckled.
"Nah. I'll go up with ya. He'll get it. Kiku's pretty cool." The two boys waved to Elizaveta and walked up the stairs. Alfred pushed open the door and they entered the back of what appeared to be a storage room. Alfred led Matthew through the bookstore and to the entrance, waving at the Asian man at the front desk.
"I'd love to come with ya, but I gotta head home too. Even Resistance Members have to sleep sometimes." He chuckled, and Matthew nodded.
"It was nice meeting you Alfred. Maybe we could meet under…better circumstances." He grinned, waved, and ran out of the store, heading back to the mansion. Alfred sighed.
"He's a good kid." He said under his breath.
"He's actually older than you. 3 days. He comes here often with his father. Francis is one of the few Aristocrats that is funding the Resistance." Alfred jumped as Kiku spoke, unaware that the man had walked behind him.
"He's a good shot. I just hope the SovBots don't try anything with him again…"
Soviet HQ-
"How hard is it to catch whatever is bombing us?!" Ivan roared, slamming his fist on his chair. The small robot that was next to him shook.
"The Bounty Hunters are on their way. They should be here any second sir." Almost on cue, the doors opened and 5 men walked in.
"Ah. The infamous Nordic Bounty Hunters. I hope you will be able to help me with my…problem." The 5 all bowed.
"We will do our best sir." The one in the front said. Ivan smiled."Good. Now, we have footage of our mysterious bombing from the other night. Find out what is causing the explosion." The one in front nodded.
"Erik, Lukas, you know what to do." He ordered. The two on the side walked up to the computers. One had short, blonde hair and dull blue eyes. He had a cross in his hair and wore a dark blue sailor outfit. The other had silver-white hair and violet eyes. They began pressing keys on the computer.
"Frame by Frame the footage to slow it down and get a clearer image…" Erik began as he kept working.
"Pause, zoom in, create better quality…" Lukas added as the image began to get clearer. Soon, it showed a boy with a blue vest and goggles on a motorcycle. He had a strange, round object attached to his motorcycle and blonde hair.
"It's a boy? The person behind our attacks is a BOY?!" Ivan stood up, scowling. The two at the computers nodded.
"It appears so sir. Would you like us to scan for citizenship?" Ivan shook his head.
"No. I will call you back soon. Go." The five glanced at each other."But sir-" "GO!" Ivan roared. The five ran out of the room, terrified. Ivan sat back down, staring intently at the picture.
"Computer, bring up the picture of the King and the Princes." He ordered. A picture of a man and two children came up. The man had messy blonde hair, thick eyebrows, and emerald-green eyes. The two children both had blonde hair and wore white nightgowns. One had bright blue eyes and a cowlick while the other had light purple eyes and a curl dangling down. Ivan scowled.
"I thought they were dead. It appears I should have been more thorough." He muttered as he zoomed in on the child with blue eyes. He looked like a younger version of the boy on the motorcycle. Ivan angrily slammed his fist on the chair.
"If one of them survived, they all must have! Computer! Search for citizenship!" He ordered. The computer was silent.
"One match certain. Matthew Williams: Currently living with Francis Bonnefoy." The computer placed a green square around the child with purple eyes. Ivan smiled.
"Send the Nordic Bounty Hunters to the Bonnefoy Mansion. Let them bring along a couple SovBots. Just bring me that boy! And Francis as well!"
CLIFFHANGER! Aren't I evil? :D I'm enjoying this. I hope you are as well. Smart people will realize what Alfred's real life is if you can't, well I'll probably explain it next chapter.
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Alfred F. Jones- America
Matthew Williams- Canada
King Arthur- England
Francis Bonnefoy- France
Ivan Braginski- Russia
Lars- Netherlands
Ludwig- Germany
Elizaveta- Hungary
Maximo-Cuba
Natalya- Belarus
Katyusha- Ukraine
Erik- Iceland
Lukas- Norway
Kiku- Japan
Roboticised- basically someone goes in a machine and gets turned into a robot with no free will that is forced to do whatever Ivan says.
SovBots- Robots built by Ivan. They're pretty big.